I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Hogwarts is not Arsenal, and it is indeed unbeatable.

Harry didn't know his God of War attributes. According to normal development, he would be a future Auror seed.

Think about it, if he can fight against someone with no nose in the fourth grade, how bad can his level be?
Harry's mentality changed quickly. Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling aimlessly, he found that he no longer cared much about tomorrow's dragon or anything like that. He felt like giving up.

"I think you should actually make the most of your strengths," Elizabeth said abruptly. "Think about it, you're Gryffindor's Seeker. I assume you're about the same level as me - so, what are your strengths?"

Elizabeth's words made Harry ponder. Yes, what is his strength? Expelliarmus? No, Expelliarmus can't do any harm to that kind of dragon. He is just a child, not a wizard of Dumbledore's level...

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

"Flying! Oh, and I'm good at flying on a broomstick!" Harry said excitedly, then became depressed again. "Oh no, we won't be allowed to bring broomsticks to the competition. What should I do?"

"Use the Accio Charm." Catherine pointed at the book on the coffee table next to Harry, "Accio Book!"

Harry sat up suddenly, feeling as if he had discovered a new world.

"Yes, I can cast the Accio spell!" Harry was very excited. He took out his wand and pointed it at the book in Catherine's hand and read: "Accio!"

The book didn't move, but Catherine's gloves were pulled half way down.

"Are you going to let the book fly away or my gloves fly away?" Catherine looked at him expressionlessly.

Harry was startled and quickly recited again: "Accio Book!"

After all, his talent was quite good. The book drew a parabola and hit Hermione on the head with a bang.

"Harry!" Hermione turned around and glared at Harry.

Harry apologized quickly and started practicing the Slingshot again. The poor book was flying around the room and was almost falling apart.

"Once you have mastered the Flying Spell, why not try some advanced possibilities." Hermione interrupted, "I have a lot of ideas, such as combining the Flying Spell with the Levitation Spell... Of course, this is just an idea."

"It's a good idea, Harry, you can write it down, but don't practice it now." Louis shrugged and said to Harry's puzzled look, "You can't bite off more than you can chew. What you should do now is to proceed step by step."

Of course Harry understood this principle. He practiced the Spell until before going to bed at night, without any sign of tiredness. He was like a child who had just started playing computer games. He talked in his sleep and cast the Spell, and even hooked the owl cage and smashed it on his face.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the school became extremely tense and excited, just like when school was about to have a sports meet when we were young. Not only did classes stop early, but the students were also communicating with each other happily, discussing the contestants and today's win or loss.

The Weasley twins from Gryffindor even opened a lottery, and classmates donated money to support their favorite players.

The school asked all the students to go to the field surrounded by the dragon as directed by Hagrid. Of course, they didn't know what they were going to see, nor did they know what the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament would face.

In the hall, Harry was still eating his lunch in a disjointed manner. Professor McGonagall came hurriedly and saw Harry still sitting there. She said loudly: "Potter, now all the warriors have to go to the field below... You must be ready to complete the first task."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity in her eyes, and it seemed that she already knew what the first project was.

That's a dragon, by Merlin... Professor McGonagall thought, secretly pooh-poohing the designer of the Triwizard Tournament project in her heart.

"Okay," Harry said, standing up, his fork clattering onto his plate on the table.

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered, "you'll

Success! "

"Yeah." Harry said dryly. He wanted to say something else, but he couldn't say anything at all, as if his throat was choked, and the voice didn't sound like his own.

He left the hall with Professor McGonagall. Although Professor McGonagall looked calm and composed, she was actually not as indifferent as she appeared to be. In her heart, she was even more anxious than Hermione. If she had not been afraid of scaring Harry, she would have gone up to him to ask about his well-being.

Professor McGonagall accompanied Harry down the stone steps and into the outdoors. It wasn't very cold on a November afternoon, but Harry felt a bit chilly.

"Okay, don't be nervous," Professor McGonagall said, putting her hand on Harry's shoulder, "I need you to keep a cool head, Potter... Don't be afraid, don't worry, we have arranged some wizards to be nearby, your safety will not be a big problem, if the situation is not good, they will step forward to control the situation... What you need to do is to give full play to your abilities. Although you are only in the fourth grade, I believe you are no worse than any of them."

Finally, looking at Harry with dazed eyes, Professor McGonagall stretched out her hands and waved them in front of Harry's face, which made Harry come back to his senses. She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Harry didn't know what he was saying, he just answered blankly - his mind was full of those ferocious dragons, and he had no intention of answering any questions.

Professor McGonagall knew that he was nervous, so she didn't say anything. Instead, she led him forward, around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and towards where the dragons were. When they approached the bushes where Harry saw the dragons the day before, he found that a tent had been erected there, blocking the dragons that were about to move, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling, "and when it is your turn, Mr. Potter. Bagman is also inside... he will tell you the steps... good luck." "Thank you," said Harry in a weak, drifting voice. Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance of the tent, where Louis and Catherine were standing and talking.

"Oh my God, Mr. Mountbatten, it's great that you are here..." Professor McGonagall walked forward quickly: "I will leave Potter to you. I hope you can comfort him. He looks too nervous..."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Louis squeezed Harry's shoulder, "Don't worry, Catherine and I are here."

Professor McGonagall then left, and just as Harry was about to speak, a greasy, sinister voice came from behind him.

"Potter." It was Snape. "I hope you enjoy the cute little winged lizards in the grounds. I can't wait to see them interact with you."

"Don't worry, Severus." Sirius patted Snape's shoulder from behind. "After that, you will also have close contact with the cute little lizard. Believe in the power of the predator, you will definitely get what you want."

When he heard the word "predator", Snape's face suddenly became even more tense. He glanced at Sirius, then left, throwing his robes around.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's okay. I've seen the situation there." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said earnestly, "Gryffindor must move forward bravely. Think about your father. Fear has never been in his dictionary..."

What you said is true. James is known as the Gryffindor Flathead. Even with his old rival Emma, ​​he wants to fight more than he is afraid of her.

In his words, Sirius was a loser. What kind of Gryffindor was he if he was afraid of a woman? If he was a little afraid, he wouldn't be ahhhhhh——

This "Ahhhh" is the cry of fear when one is hung up top-heavy.

Of course, during this period of time, Sirius would not expose the true face of Harry's father. What Harry needed now was a fearless role model, not a scum who couldn't beat a woman.

Sirius said, squeezed Harry's shoulder, and turned away.

"Come on, let's go in." Louis called Harry over and took him into the tent.

Due to Dumbledore's instructions, Ludo Bagman did not stop Louis from accompanying the three Hogwarts warriors before the game. As soon as Harry entered the tent, he felt as if he was not so nervous. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that everyone in the tent was even more nervous than he was.

Fleur Delacour and Marilyn Chabanol sat together on a low wooden stool in the corner. Fleur was not at all as calm as usual. She looked very pale and sickly, and Marilyn was not much better.

But the good news is that Furong and Marilyn are no longer as cold to each other as before, and they can still be seen whispering to each other. Probably because they were scared by the dragon, in the face of such a big danger, the little unhappiness between the two of them seems not so important.

After all, it's impossible for Furong or Marilyn to huddle together with those guys over there for warmth, right?
Viktor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, his stubbled face was full of gloom, which was probably his way of showing his inner tension. In the other corner, Vasily Petrenko sat dejectedly on a stool, holding his head in his hands with a look of regret, and it seemed that he was regretting why he chose to participate in the competition.

He was only thinking about the glory of participating in the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't think about the dangers involved at all.

Cedric was pacing back and forth with a few papers in his hand. When Louis and the other two came in, Cedric walked towards them, looked at Harry, and asked in a low voice: "Are you not nervous anymore?"

"Seeing you all so nervous makes me feel much better." Harry said honestly. He didn't think there was anything worth hiding about this matter.

Cedric was a little choked. What kind of answer was this? This bastard...

"Ah, it's Harry! How wonderful!" Bagman turned his head to look at him and said cheerfully, "Come in, come in, make yourself at home!"

Bagman stood among the pale warriors. He was wearing his old Wasps uniform again, looking like a cartoon bee. In Louis's opinion, it was a pity that he didn't go to Hogwarts to study with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is an old bee, a middle-class bee, and his skills have been passed down from generation to generation.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, I should introduce the situation to you!" Bagman glanced at Louis and said happily, "When the audience is here, I will pass this bag to each of you in turn."

As he spoke, he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them with a smile on his face.

"You pick out the miniatures of the things you will face! They come in different - um, types. I have one more thing to tell you... Oh, by the way... You seem to have seen those little cuties when you just got here. Don't worry... You won't be asked to duel with those dragons. Your mission is simple. Just pick up the golden eggs under their protection!"

When Mr. Bagman said this, he had no idea that the warriors did not want to deal with the dragon, but instead wanted to defeat the referee first.

God damn, you call those fire-breathing creatures outside "cutes", right? Why don't you go get close to them, bastard!

Cedric nodded slightly to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then began to pace around the tent holding the papers. His face looked slightly green; Fleur Delacour and Marilyn Chabanol did not react at all, but just stared blankly at the purple silk bag in Mr. Bagman's hand. No one knew what they were thinking; Krum's face became even more livid, his fists clenched tightly, staring at the silk bag, while Vasily sat on the stool and sighed constantly.

Harry's expression is much better now. Seeing that everyone is struggling and afraid with him, he is not as scared as before - how does the saying go? Only when you are afraid alone, then you are truly afraid. But if someone is afraid with you, the fear will be diluted a lot.

Catherine didn't think there was anything scary about facing a dragon. It was not like she had never fought with Christasa in her true form. If Christasa didn't hold back, the two of them could even be evenly matched. She was sitting aside with Louis, chatting and laughing, showing off their love, which was out of place with the style of the painting in the tent.

The warriors from the other two schools who didn't know how terrifying she was looked at Catherine with mixed feelings - Sister, you are about to steal the golden eggs right under the dragon's nose, can you please respect the dragon a little? You don't look scared at all...